Another incident is worthy of relating. A brother of Nathan Champion came in on the afternoon train from the west. Desiring to see the men who had killed his brother, he asked the first man he met on the street where they were to be found. He was directed to Keefe hall. Approaching the entrance he found no one on guard at the door, so went inside and slowly walked around the room, deliberately looking at the men as they sat or lounged about. For a wonder, there happened to be about half the prisoners in the hall at the time, and two or three of the cattlemen who were personally acquainted with the murdered Champion. When they saw this man approaching they thought it was the ghost of the murdered man, and rushed for an officer to put him out. The deputy sheriff asked: “Who are you, and what do you want here?” He replied: “My name is Champion, and I came in to see these men who killed my brother Nate.” The deputy quietly walked by Champion’s side and told him he had better retire as visitors were not allowed without a permit. “All right,” said Champion. “I have seen the murderers, and have no further business here,” walking out as he finished the remark. The presence in the city of a brother of Nate Champion seemed to stir up unpleasant memories and create forebodings in the minds of the imprisoned cattlemen, for apparently well authenticated rumor said that an express wagon was driven up to the rear of Keefe hall just at dusk the evening after the above named visit, and 40 Spencer rifles unloaded for the use of the prisoners in the event of an attack by “rustlers or their friends.” No attack was made or contemplated, but all the same there was a good deal of nervousness displayed for several days, and Champion’s ghost seemed to have taken possession of Keefe hall, much to the disgust of the temporary sojourners therein. Immediately on the signing of their bonds, preparations commenced for leaving the city. The Texans and many of the cattlemen took the afternoon train for the East. The fiscal agents of the Stock Association were part of the outgoing throng, which laid over a day in Omaha to settle up with the hired men. These were supposed to be on the payroll at $5 a day from the time of their enrollment in March up to the hour of their discharge by the court, as well as for the computed time of their journey home. The Omaha papers of the 12th and 13th of April announced the happy adjustment of these financial arrangements and the departure of the late imprisoned on their way south in the best of spirits and with canteens well filled. Tom Smith, the captain of the Texans, has since paid the last penalty. He was shot and killed by a negro desperado on the cars between Gainesville, Texas, and Guthrie, Oklahoma, in the summer of 1893. Others of the band are reported killed, but how many is not known. He who lives by the sword shall perish by the sword, will no doubt prove true with many of these reckless characters.